Nightfall

The impassioned and loud blood declaration suddenly turned into a pun of puns, and shouted to the old lady to watch the grandmother, and then smashed it with a stick. []

Ordinary people and ordinary people are both human beings, and they will turn into dust after death, but when they are alive, there is still a big difference. The old man's crutches naturally have no way to bring down the subjective.

People on the snowy street thought that the old lady was dead, but in fact the old lady did not die, because the subject did nothing and walked past him calmly.

The master brother vaguely guessed the intention of watching the Lord. The Daomen had to break the Chang'an City and the hearts of the people in the Chang'an City. The killing of the Lord on the Long Street was to use the most powerful means to smash the hardest shell of the Tang Dynasty Broken, trampled the pride of the Tang people into the mud. Since murder cannot solve the problem, he chose to ignore it.

It's just that the subject still doesn't know the Tang people very well. He walked towards the old man on the verge of life and death. He didn't feel confused and confused because of his disregard, so he began to doubt and even fear.

If you do n’t hit you, you do n’t hit it. If you have a chance to hit it later, you do n’t die, you do n’t die. It ’s better to die than death. Where do you need to generate self-doubt? He leaned on the crutches towards the old lady and walked to the street scolding. The words he scolded were dirty, even worse than those filthy things in the snow.

The subject raised his eyebrows slightly, and then continued on, walking towards Ning Que, and later the palace.

The master said, "This is wrong."

The Lord said: "Although the Tang Kingdom is strong, the sky is going to die, what can you do ... in front of the Qingxia.

Ye Hongyu looked at the opposite Jun Mo, blood running down her sleeve. It kept flowing to the ground and mixed with the blood stains that had been accumulating in these days.

She was calm because she knew Jun Mo was much heavier than herself, and the other party was burning her final thoughts and even her life at this time, even if she was facing the final death.

Looking at Jun Mo's still expressionless face, and looking at the **** college disciples behind him, he recalled the thrilling battles before coming to Qingxia for seven days. (Looking at the novel, it ’s Ye Zi · You ~ You M) Thinking that it was just these few people who blocked the mighty temple coalition in the south of the Tang Dynasty and could not go north ...

People like Junmo, who will fight hard to die, even if she can't help but move. In the deepest part of the eyes, the star star is the deepest, and there is a bit of pity and admiration.

"God is going to die in your college, what can you do?"

She looked at Jun Mo and said.

Junmo looked up at the sky. At this time the rain had stopped, the clouds were not completely dispersed, only a few blue sky could be seen, just like broken porcelain.

And even if the rain disappears and the sky is completely clear, it is daytime and there is no way to see the bright moon. At the moment before the war, he just glanced at the teacher.

He did not directly answer Ye Hongyu's question, but said: "Chao Xiaoshu is a very good person. If there were no accidents, he should have been my brother."

Ye Hongyu knew who Chao Xiaoshu was, but he didn't understand why Jun Mo would mention him at this time.

Junmo looked at the sky, looking for the traces left by the bright moon in the first seven nights, and continued: "It's just that he likes to follow Xiandi. So he didn't enter the academy."

"The Emperor Xian decided to Qingsu Chaotang at that time, so he had a Chunfeng Pavilion overnight."

Ye Hongyu knew the famous Spring Breeze Pavilion overnight, and the two names, Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que, only entered the sight of the Xiling Temple after that rainy night.

Jun Mo withdrew his gaze and looked at her, saying: "Before that night. Chao Xiaoshu negotiated with the other party in the red sleeves. He once said two sentences, and it spread widely in Chang'an City afterwards.

"That's what he said in those two words."

Jun Mo said: "If the sky can tolerate, I can live, if people can not tolerate, I will kill."

Ye Hongyu suddenly felt a bit cold because she knew what she would hear next.

Although now the world is cutting Tang, Haotian Daomen and Tang Guo are not at odds with each other, but she still did not expect that in Haotian's world, someone would mention this issue so calmly and firmly.

Sure enough, Junmo gently twitched his right arm, and the wide and square iron sword sprinkled with blood. []

He held the iron sword, looked at Ye Hongyu, and looked like the sky above her head, and said: "I always think these two sentences are inappropriate, because the sky does not allow me, and I have to live."

"If this thief **** can't really allow me to live, then ... I can't live with it."

He finally said: "At least it can't be made too happy ... on the snowy streets of Chang'an City.

The master looked at the watcher and said: "The teacher once said a word, what people want, heaven will follow."

"If the sky does not obey, if the sky does not tolerate, then how about you?"

Watching the Lord stop, look at the snowy sky, and after a pause, thoughtfully said: "You can look up and see, who can the sky ever spare?"

There was no one talking, because no one could answer the subjective questions.

In the face of absolute strength, courage is commendable, but there is no strength. In the indifferent vision of the sky dome, human will never seems to be an important thing.

The thin Taoist was silent, the old Chu prince was silent, the injured silence, the dead person could not speak anymore, even if he twitched his lips for a moment, he did not speak.

In the end, there was a voice that broke the silence on earth.

This voice is very hoarse, very dry, it should be a long time without drinking water, and the blood in the body is lost too much, it makes people feel a bit harsh.

This voice seemed very tired, even weak, but it showed a very firm meaning. The so-called harshness is not like the sound of sharp objects rubbing the mirror surface, but more like the sound of breaking the mirror surface.

The voice said: "Then it will be extinguished ... Watching the subject looks towards the back of the crowd and sees Ning Que's **** face.

Then he saw Ning Que's eyes.

For the first time, their eyes looked at each other so truly.

Ning Que looked at him and said, "People want it, the sky will follow, and if the sky does not follow, then it will destroy him. I think this is a very simple truth."

The watcher looked at the firmness and confidence in his eyes. Slowly raised his eyebrows ... The **** of the world, Xi Ning, was seriously injured and his confidence suffered a great setback, but at that time, his spiritual world was still firm, but later, he gradually began to become a little trance.

He looked at the two teenagers while crying. While trying to make the most unimaginable attempt on earth, he decided to stand up, and he really stood up.

But he can only rely on Park Sword to support his weak body.

Then countless ordinary people ran past him. Then ran to the black ocean of death.

He saw many people die before his own eyes.

He felt this was wrong.

The choices of these ordinary people completely violate his knowledge of the world and contradict his rules. Although he had seen many similar pictures on the battlefield, the pictures he saw today still shocked him with an unbearable mental impact.

Because in the past, he always put himself outside.

Today, he is in this bureau on this street.

His body and soul, with the spray of blood, and the fall of those bodies, the separation of those souls finally landed slowly in this world.

He was willing to die for Chang'an City before. That is because of responsibility and emotion, and the responsibility and emotion of the academy, the master, the master, Yan Se, and his majesty.

He thought his own blood was cold, when the blood in his body started to heat up, or even boiled. He began to wonder, and his mental state became a little trance.

He vaguely felt a power.

He had seen that power once, and more than once.

But no one was more authentic than what I felt on the snowy street at this moment.

Just then, an old voice began to ring in his ears and in his heart.

He didn't know it was talking to the second break.

That old voice. Reverberating around Tang Dynasty, his consciousness seemed to drift into this great river and mountain, and various people were seen everywhere.

Those people are fighting, marching, desperately, dying, persevering, or just waiting, but that kind of waiting is also full of emotion.

He saw a lot of people, and they were all amazing people.

Then there are many pictures, passing quickly in front of his eyes.

He saw the blood-stained hatchet in the fire room, the cracked field in Hebei County, the hungry people like ghosts, the reckless Minshan, the old hunters, the soil in Weicheng, the lantern in the night of Changan City When I reached the lake in the wasteland, I saw the mossy tomb in the Lanke Temple.

He saw a lot of people, maybe not great, but those are all people.

He seemed to be back in front of the stone statue of Lanke Temple. He seemed to be having a final conversation with Liansheng in the white bone mountain of Mozong Mountain Gate. Rune.

The earliest humans fought against the beasts in the wilderness, began to wear animal skins, eat meat, live in caves, and then began to cultivate land, raise livestock, and eat more meat. Humans continue to eat meat, and think of many ways to cook meat, to ensure that the meat is very fragrant, you can eat more meat, because eating meat can make people stronger.

He saw humans building houses, with villages and roads, and finally saw a male city, standing on the plain, seemed to pierce the sky-that is Chang'an City.

He walked in the city of Chang'an and saw the bun shop that he had seen the other day. Those blue stone slabs reminded him of the breath that he had felt that day, that only belongs to human power.

This power can change forever.

This power can overcome time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This power is the most common and the most uncommon, the most dazzling and the most inconspicuous. It is the hot mist of the buns or a blue brick in the city wall, but it is also the inheritance of wisdom and unyielding Resistance.

Ning Que suddenly felt very moved.

This power is so great.

He was so close to the other side, and he could have such a real feeling.

He feels his own insignificance, but unlike facing Haotian, he will be angry because of his own insignificance, and will only feel awe in his heart because of his insignificance.

Because no matter how small he is, he is also a part of this power.

No matter how great this strength is, it comes from countless small people ... Tomorrow is still two chapters. I will try my best to write it. ) RQ

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